The old man spoke slowly,
and deliberately,
a penetrating gazed fixed one me,
He said "you are not depressed,
it is a white man's word,
an excuse of sorts,
to create psychiatrists, and counsellors
perhaps sell drugs for Big Pharma
You are sad that you are meeting that objective,
You are not depressed,
You are just broke
and with a huge void of discontent inside you
you wish you could be somewhere else,
living another life."
you've watched too much TV,
you've consciously let yourself to your ruin,
you've realized your ruins
and it is unsightly - you want a quick fix,
a lottery -
young man, you do not need a lottery,
even if you get one, it won't rescue you"
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